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Chapter 25 Frank’s Revenge

 Frank returned to his cramped rental house, and the traces of dust were especially obvious when the first ray of sunlight came in the morning.

At that time, there were many invisible bits of dust dancing, at least in a place with sufficient light, it gave people such a look.

There were indeed many such examples in Frank's field of vision at this time, but he did not pay attention to these flying little things.

The focus of his eyes was on the color photos directly opposite, which were posted irregularly on the wall, with only black outlines acting as bridges between them.

Near the black outline, there are always one or two words to explain the connection between the photos.

For example, in the middle photo of a one-armed old man, there is a black hook line connecting another photo - Kingpin with a big belly. Near the black hook line, there are two black words "cooperation", and then

Reflect the relationship between the two.

Of course, this wall contains not only the One-Armed General's personal network, but also Kingpin's and even the One-Armed General's driver's personal network. He has done sufficient research and investigation.

However, no matter how Frank followed the clues, most of the network about the one-armed general on the wall was still empty.

The most troublesome thing is that with the current information, it is completely impossible to continue the investigation. The identities of the few people on the surface are extremely formal, either high-ranking military generals or upper-level members of the parliament.

Without exception, characters like this usually don't have any key information, just like Bruce doesn't know where he is now.

If Frank wanted to collect information about the One-Armed General's crimes, he might visit them one by one.

But Frank is not interested in the crimes of the one-armed general at all. The only thing Frank is interested in is the head on his neck.

Therefore, Frank focused his investigation on Kingpin.

Although this was a helpless move, after Kingpin died in the battle of Hell's Kitchen, he retained many connections, such as Kingpin's subordinate Scorpion, who is still active in Las Vegas.

Frank went through Kingpin's relationship network, paying special attention to Kingpin's subordinate Scorpion.

First of all, what attracted attention was the identity of the Scorpion scientist. From the objective evaluations of Frank's former Kingpin men and several nearby gangsters, Frank learned that this Scorpion was very knowledgeable and had never been seen.

Of course, most of Kingpin's funds flowed to Scorpion, which was the decisive factor why Frank felt that Scorpion was not simple.

A scientist, the cooperative relationship between Kingpin and the One-Armed General, and the investment of a large amount of money have made Frank even more certain that Scorpion is probably the person who specializes in researching products for Kingpin and the One-Armed General.

And this afternoon is the moment when the forces of Tombstone and Scorpion merge.

At that time, it was also a perfect opportunity for him to seize the scorpion's thread and find out the true location of the one-armed general.

In his opinion, the one-armed general would never make such a mistake. Leaving the scorpion alone without eradicating it would be as stupid as Bruce Wayne placing his own branded car near the Crocodile Bar.

The one-armed general is not stupid. On the contrary, he will never leave behind such a fatal factor.

Even if Scorpion only studies bike sharing, he will definitely eliminate all connections between himself and the gang, especially now that Kingpin is dead.

And if you want to eliminate them completely, there is no easier way than killing scorpions.

Frank believed that the one-armed general would definitely assign a subordinate to perform such a task, just like he performed military tasks a long time ago.

And this is his chance.

Frank got the equipment he desired from the villa, including a set of bulletproof suits, two submachine guns, and a pile of special metal bullets.

But what surprised him was that what was waiting for him was a bald old man.

He was wearing a decent suit, and even though his hair was gray, his serious aura did not diminish at all, and was as sharp as his straight back.

"Alfred?" Frank asked hesitantly before leaving.

"If the Alfred you are talking about is the one on the battlefield, I think I should be the one." Alfred said without a smile.

"How are you, how are you..."

"What you want to say is why I am the butler in this manor, right?" Alfred smiled.

"No, this is my home, just like your home."

Frank's throat rolled. He couldn't imagine that their instructor would actually appear in this place, and act as the butler of a little brat in such a meaningless place.

In the end, all the memories ended with a sigh: "Take care."

"Take care." Alfred said.

"The Punisher is indeed a good name."

Frank paused and turned to look at Alfred.

"So, you chose not to kill, right?"

Receiving no response, Frank walked away.

He didn't expect a response either.


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